Recently I've discovered that driving in clogged up traffic, creeping along a few feet at the time, on an interstate,

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10. I live in the foothills, and my drive to either large city is 50 miles.

Of mostly winding roads for half the trip. I counted 80 bends or turns, all on the near half, and redneck political signs, so I actually prefer to drive after sunset. All of it two lanes.

I sometimes visit my daughter, some 180 or more miles ( who's counting? ) and recall the Bay Area traffic I dealt with for 30 years.

I conclude that the answer is a chauffeur, but no chance of that, for many reasons.

Who else has noticed that many, not all, of our "technological miracles" simply replace what humans used to do? Automated driving is still technological garbage, and dangerous garbage.

Well, the journey is the destination in so many aspects of life. My pleasure in music and photography is in the practice and the taking, not dialing up someone else's canned result. But driving isn't one of them.

I used to love to drive as a teen and thereabouts, but my teen grew up. At least I did it often for my parents.

And moved away!

Safe driving, friends.